On the Qinhuai River, on a brightly painted painting boat, Zhu Mingzhong, as the protagonist of the event, sat here, and the senior generals of the Zheng army led by Gan Hui lined up all around and talked with Zhu Mingzhong one by one. He boasted of his military exploits, praised his military prowess, and, of course, his benevolence to his subordinates, and incidentally mentioned the friendship between them. In short, try to bring out all the nice words, they have already seen that this time the surname of the country can be said to be extremely appreciative of Zhu Mingzhong, and they have lost the slightest bit of the past, and they naturally don't mind, and they have a good relationship with this powerful figure who presides over the four prefectures of Jiangbei.

Inevitably, they will also praise Zhu Mingzhong's talent - these days, the phrase "if life is only as first seen" has already spread all over Nanjing, for the students who gathered in Nanjing to prepare for the township examination, "Zhu Mingzhong is a talented man who is good at lyrics" This rumor has quietly spread, so that every time there is a new gathering, there will always be people who praise it, and more and more people praise "his poetry". And Zhu Mingzhong, as the protagonist of the banquet, always tries his best to pretend to be happy.

Just like now, I am talking and laughing with these Zheng Jun generals in this workshop. After all, no matter what the times, such communication is inevitable.

The sky gradually darkened, the boats in the river lit lanterns, and the bow and stern of the boats hung various shapes of colored lanterns, including rabbit-shaped lanterns, fish-shaped lanterns, deer-shaped lanterns, turtle-shaped lanterns, etc., reflecting a section of the Qinhuai River that stretches for three or five miles. The buildings on the peach leaf ferry are even more vibrant, lit up with all kinds of lanterns. The Qinhuai lantern was originally a scene on the Qinhuai River, and now it seems to be more prosperous than in the past, which makes people very happy. After all, nowadays, I don't know how many scholars gather here, perhaps in the painting workshop in the river, or in the restaurant on the bank, trying to try the literary style, every year there are always a few scholars on the bank of the Qinhuai River to become famous.

The lights on the bank of the river and the bright moon in the sky reflect each other, coupled with the sound of silk strings coming from the buildings everywhere, unexpectedly creating a poetic and charming moonlit night of the peaceful and prosperous era, as if time has gone back to the "peaceful and prosperous era" decades ago.

"The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long and sandy, and the night park is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai ......"

Standing on the boat, looking at the magnificent scenery on the Qinhuai River, Zhu Mingzhong couldn't help but think of this poem.

Gan Hui, Wan Li, Lin Sheng, Chen Kui, Zhang Ying, Lan Yan and others sat at the stern of the boat, holding Kaki in their arms and drinking while admiring the lights on the river on the shore, while chatting.

"Looking at the lights on the Qinhuai River, it seems that it is Shengping Leshi again!"

Wan Li couldn't help but sigh.

"This is all the blessing of the prince and the generals and my Ming soldiers! Especially the blessing of Chengren, if it wasn't for Chengren bravely winning Tongjimen that day, how could we get together with this! ”

Looking at Zhu Mingzhong, Lan Yan said flatteringly, and got up to pour wine into Zhu Mingzhong's cup.

Zhu Mingzhong hurriedly got up and said:

"With all the generals here, how dare Ming Zhong take credit? If there were no generals who accompanied the generals to the north of the Yangtze River, how could we have the momentum of today's Ming Dynasty and Zhongxing,"

People will always change, the current Zhu Mingzhong is no longer like the past, he is completely stunned, facing Lan Yan, the sycophant of the general soldier of Zhiwu Town, Zhu Mingzhong smiled and returned it to everyone, and then raised a glass of wine to everyone, and then sat down, then glanced around, and said with an intoxicated look:

"This Qinhuai Night Moon is really wonderful."

"Yes, otherwise why would it be said that this Qinhuai night moon is the first scene in Nanjing!"

Zhu Mingzhong's words fell, and someone over there immediately affirmed it, and pointed to the archway about a zhang high on the ferry.

Because the old square was destroyed in the fire, so on the newly built archway, the three words "Peach Leaf Crossing" are inscribed by the prince himself, both strong and strict, and graceful, these three words must be passed down through the ages with this ferry! ”

"Exactly, exactly."

Another person answered.

"Words are like people. The surname of the country was originally not only a commanding army of the three armies, a mighty and strict army, but also a scholar with literary color! At that time, the prince was in the prison of the country and invested under the door of Uncle Qian, if it weren't for the chaos in the world, but the surname of the country had already been named on the gold list, and he would be the champion of my Ming Dynasty. ”

Even if a group of martial artists get together, the big guy will always bring some literati to decorate the façade, although I don't know their surnames, but this is a good saying, the sycophants are wonderful, and the whole audience is full of admiring laughter.

"Peach leaves and peach leaves, you don't need to cross the river, but there is no pain in crossing, I will welcome you."

In the laughter of everyone, Gan Hui was heard humming softly.

"General Gan has a good memory."

In the midst of the compliment, Wan Li asked again.

"I used to call Chen Qin a poem to write Taoyedu, which has always been known as the first poem of Taoyedu, I don't know if Master Yang remembers?"

"Haha, Lao Wan, I only know the words just now about this Qinhuai River, and I don't know anything else, otherwise if you read it to me, it will take me a long time."

Listening to this group of martial artists talking about articles there, Zhu Mingzhong didn't think there was anything, let alone them, it was Zhang Jinsheng under his command, who knew that he was asking for poetry and articles from the doormen, after all, after people reached a certain status, they would always involuntarily approach the "literati", even if it was a façade, it would not be despised by others, this is still the case in the 21st century, and it is naturally the same now.

Just looking at them all posing as literati there, Zhu Mingzhong felt very interesting.

"The restoration of Qinhuai's old appearance this time is Qian Zongbo's masterpiece, and I can't see that he still has this talent."

Lin Sheng said with a smile.

"I'm going to make a suggestion to him tomorrow, in addition to planting peach trees on both sides of the river, we should also plant 10,000 willows."

"That's right! Qinhuai willow was also another unique in Nanjing that year. ”

Another chimed in. Because the Qinhuai River is located in the outer city, when Lang Tingzuo defended the city, in addition to burning the outer city, he also cut down all the trees by the river, so as not to make siege equipment for Zheng Jun's use, but he didn't expect that this city would be defeated so easily.

"The old courtyard on this shore must also be rebuilt."

Li Mi, the chief soldier of Huquan Town, continued in a drunken daze.

"We also need to repair Meixiang Building and other buildings in the old courtyard as they used to be."

"Yes, yes, so that this Qin Huai can come out with some talented women from Qin Huai!"

Someone suddenly interjected such a sentence, which caused everyone to laugh for a while. The people around him laughed wide-mouthed. At this moment, someone suddenly pointed to the distance and said in surprise.

"Look, the woman over there is really here!"

Someone immediately stood up and proudly introduced to Gan Hui.

"General, all the famous prostitutes in the old courtyard have been invited."

Everyone followed his gesture and saw a group of painting boats with red candles burning and colored lights hanging high slowly rowing towards this side, and bursts of soft music were heard. Suddenly, the people on the boat looked towards several ships. I saw that in the painting workshop, there seemed to be figures standing, between the tulle, their figures could be vaguely seen, and the graceful figure of the Jiangnan woman, between the tulle, everyone was stunned, and even hurriedly changed their breathing.

"Yunlei, your idea is amazing!"

Someone immediately gave him a thumbs up.

"What charming bitches!"

I don't know which one of them burst out rudely and made the boat laugh.

In this burst of laughter, Zhu Mingzhong just looked quietly at the painting workshop,

"Don't shout, let's listen to what they're singing!"

Someone is reminding everyone to pay attention. The laughter quieted down, the night breeze sent a burst of singing, and when the soft voice of the Jiangnan woman was sent by the evening breeze, the song was like a warm and beautiful song, floating on the soft water. In the song, the famous prostitutes from the old courtyard of the Qinhuai River all danced, and the painting boats on the river, the restaurants on both sides of the river, and the people standing on the shore to watch cheered together.

At this moment, there really is a prosperous appearance. Looking at the palace women dancing with the boat, he was a little drunk, and his eyes had become a little blurred.

At this time, I don't know why his eyes appeared in front of him again when he attacked the scene of the opening of the Jimen that day, that day thousands of soldiers spilled the blood of Nanjing, and fought hard to build the southern capital of the Ming Dynasty, is it the song and dance on the Qinhuai River?

Thinking of this, a bitter water suddenly welled up in my heart.

"The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north, the dragon rolls, the horse neighses, the sword qi is like frost, the heart is like the Yellow River, twenty years of vertical and horizontal, who can resist! Hateful ...... Where the long knife goes......"

In that euphemistic song, the singing that suddenly sounded in the workshop made the beautiful generals of Zheng Jun, who were originally feasting on Wu Yuejiao's baby, all stunned, and they turned around, only to see that it was Zhu Mingzhong who was already drunk and singing this song.

"How many siblings are loyal to their souls in other places, how to die to repay their family and country. I was even more speechless with sighs, and my eyes were full of blood and tears. The horse's hooves go south, people look north, people look north, and the grass is green and yellow. The dust is flying, and I am willing to defend the land and reopen the territory. Dignified China wants to let the Quartet ...... Congratulations ......"

In Zhu Mingzhong's singing, the eyes of those who were originally attracted by Wu Yuejiao's beauty appeared in front of the days and nights when he fought with the surname of the country, and the blurred eyes on his face seemed to have recovered a little clear, and a few people followed Nan and muttered the lyrics.

How many siblings are loyal to their souls in other places, why not die to serve their families and country......

When everyone was reminiscing about the past in this word, Zhu Mingzhong, who was drunk after singing this song, saw that the face on the side was copying something, so he walked straight over and said.

"Give me the pen!"

snatched the brush from the man's hand, and in the eyes of everyone, although his steps were swaying, Zhu Mingzhong still wrote directly on the wall of the workshop, and chanted.

"The military song should sing the big knife ring, and swear to destroy Hu Nu out of the jade pass. Only solve the battlefield and die for the country, why should the horse leather shroud be returned. ”